After filing for divorce, the hidden marriage boss panicked

One o'clock in the morning.

While the patrolling bodyguards in the yard were changing shifts, Fu Lingheng quietly opened the car door, stubbed out his cigarette butts, and threw a pack of bloody stick bones with added ingredients into the main door.

Then, he lazily leaned against the corner of the patrol blind area, raised his watch and started the twenty-minute countdown.

The patrol dog's sense of smell is very sensitive. It smelled the smell of the big stick bones under the iron door. It bit hard with its sharp teeth, flashed its nose, and shook the traction rope violently.

Due to its huge size, the bodyguard was unable to hold it back for a while, and was carried forward by the force of its rushing out.

"Cannon, what's going on with you today? Isn't the spring estrus early?"

"Where are you going? Stop!"

"I've delayed something important, so I'll take your ham..."

The bodyguard was forced to hold on to the rope and stagger after it, looking confused.

Cannon seemed to understand what he said. He barked a few times in the direction of the gate, slowly moved his head, and followed the smell of blood.

The light under the iron gate was dim. The bodyguard watched the heavy and huge patrol dog in his hand break away from the leash and rush forward, and subconsciously observed the surrounding situation.

However, he found no signs of suspicious persons.

I thought it was just anxious and wanted to find a corner to solve the problem, so I simply let it go.

However, the visual sensitivity of dogs is 4-8 times that of humans.

In the dark corner, the big bag of stick bones that the bodyguard didn't see, in its eyes, was a delicious late-night snack delivered to your door.

It cautiously approached the white woven bag and sniffed it. The white hair contained something special, and the smell of blood was too strong to cover up the smell of the medicine.

It circled the woven bag three times to confirm that it was edible, then pounced on it, tore open the woven bag, and devoured it.

There were still fifteen minutes left on the watch's countdown. Fu Lingheng took out the cigarette case from his pocket and shook out a cigarette in a leisurely manner. The mechanical lighter clicked, and a cluster of faint blue flames danced on his stern face. After a moment, he lowered his head, held the fire with his hands, and lit it.

His eyes narrowed slightly out of habit, the flames went out, and a mist slowly lingered in the air, blurring his deep eyes.

Suddenly, his eyelids moved slightly and he slowly opened them. He took two steps to the right and glanced at the patrol dog not far away. He looked at it quietly for a few seconds and saw its howling sound slowly turning into a painful cry. whimper......

It was lying on the ground with its legs in the air, and the bodyguard hurried over to check, "Cannon, what's wrong with you?"

The bodyguards on patrol from the same team came over one after another, using flashlights to see clearly the bones that were half chewed by the cannon and the symptoms of it falling to the ground, shaking and retching.

One of the older men judged it to be poisoned.

Fu Lingheng sneered across a wall.

He was not interested in caring about what these people thought. After taking the last puff of his cigarette and stubbing out the cigarette, he dusted off the non-existent dust on his clothes and walked steadily towards the sycamore tree on the south side.

The moonlight is bright and bright, spreading like silver gauze curtains in every corner of the yard.

The man, with broad shoulders and long legs, jumped up and put the back of his hand with clear veins and bulges on the wall. With the help of the telephone pole outside the wall, he skillfully climbed to the sycamore tree and waited.

About a minute later, a slender and tall figure jumped down from the sycamore tree.

The patrolling bodyguard holding a flashlight heard Qi Qi Suosuo's movements and cautiously picked up the flashlight and shined it on him.

Until he saw the person clearly, he was so frightened that he stammered and spoke slowly: "Fu, Mr. Fu, you...are you..."

The flashlight shone on Fu Lingheng's face. He shook his eyes, frowned subconsciously, and shouted coldly: "Shut up, take your flashlight away, I'm going to go blind."

When he was discovered, he didn't panic at all, his expression remained calm and calm, and he walked to the balcony of the master bedroom on the second floor.

The bodyguard put away the flashlight in a daze, followed him in a low voice, and stopped him in a panic: "Mr. Fu, Mr. Fu ordered us not to let you in, you..."

He didn't have a chance to finish his sentence before he was ruthlessly cut off by Fu Lingheng: "There's so much nonsense, now I'll give you two choices, either, just pretend you didn't see me and I'll leave by myself when you change shifts at seven o'clock tomorrow morning, or, You go report me to the old man now, and at worst I will get scolded a few times. As for you, think about what will happen if you offend me?"

In the darkness, the man's face was half-hidden in shadow, and his expression could not be seen clearly, but he could hear the coldness in his tone, which made people feel scared and uneasy.

The bodyguard swallowed in fear, shook his head quickly, and lowered his voice: "No, no, no, Mr. Fu, how dare I offend you!"

"..."

Fu Lingheng ignored him, his sharp eyes like a scanner, trying to find a better place to climb.

"Mr. Fu, do you need help?"

The bodyguard stuffed the flashlight into his butt pocket, rolled up his sleeves, walked to the base of the wall, squatted down, volunteered and patted his shoulder, and suggested: "The exterior walls are all tiles. The leather shoes you are wearing must have no friction and will slip easily. If you fall down, how about... you step on my shoulders and I lift you up?"

Whether it is Mr. Fu or the prince in front of him, neither of them are people he can easily offend. He can still figure out which side is the greater threat at the moment.

Fu Lingheng raised his eyebrows lightly and looked at the bodyguard for a few seconds, seeming to be thinking about the feasibility of this suggestion.

The bodyguard tensed up nervously, fearing that he would reject his proposal, and carefully reminded: "Mr. Fu, someone seems to be coming over there."

"You have a bright future, I will remember you."

Fu Lingheng stepped out and stepped on his shoulder. The bodyguard gritted his teeth and stood up. He held his ankles with both hands and used all his strength to lift him up inch by inch, trying to make him reach the iron railing of the balcony on the second floor.

"Mr. Fu, are you holding on tight?"

He was holding his neck, the veins in his neck were bulging, and his voice was extremely low, as if he was a thief.

"Okay, let go."

Fu Lingheng gasped, stretched out his hand to grasp the railing, and relied on his strong arm strength to climb over to the balcony on the second floor. He squatted firmly on the ground and rested for a few minutes before slowly getting up.

The bodyguard below looked up and watched him land safely, secretly breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

I only heard him calmly saying to his patrol companions: "I've looked over here, and there are no suspicious people coming in or out."

"Hey, that's weird. Did the bag of big stick bones with laxatives that Cannon eat fall from the sky?"

"laxative?"

"Yes, the captain said that the symptoms of vomiting and diarrhea on the cannon are not serious at first sight, but they are still very uncomfortable."

Fu Lingheng listened to the entire story from the balcony on the second floor without any unnecessary changes in the expression on his face. He turned around and pushed open the glass door of the floor-to-ceiling window and walked in.

The light in the room was soft, hazy, and shadowy. He took out the cigarette case from the inner pocket of his suit jacket and threw it on the table. He took off his jacket and threw it on the sofa, and walked straight to the bed.

Li Fei was breathing evenly on the bed, with the quilt hanging to one side. He leaned down to tuck the quilt for her, his fingertips traced the outline of her delicate white features, his eyes were tender and tender, and his deep voice brought a smile: "I like kicking in the middle of the night. You can’t break the quilt habit~”

Li Fei's sleep quality during this period was good. I don't know if it was due to sleepiness during pregnancy or because of the sense of security that Fu Lingheng had created for her for a long time.

As long as you are sleepy, you can fall asleep in bed in less than two minutes and sleep until dawn.